Ordinarily, I railfan by myself, but in March 2000,
my
wife Natasha graciously accompanied me to Essex.
Here, she inspects an eastbound manifest, probably
trying to figure out what the big fuss is all about.
On another visit to Shed 12, a light engine movement
heads east into the shed.
One last look at Essex, from the porch of the Izaak
Walton Inn.